Sometimes I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or

    like fleets at sea, full-rigged, h

    lig and green and s the Druids would have

    forsaken to he cedar wood beyond

    Flints Pond, h hoary blue berries,

    spiring  to stand before Valhe

    creeping juniper covers t; or to

    se

    spruce trees, and toadstools, round tables of the swamp gods, cover

    tiful fungi adorn tumps, like

    butterflies or sable winkles; whe swamp-pink and

    doghe

    s folds, and the

    wild  heir

    beauty, and empted by nameless other wild

    forbidden fruits, too fair for mortal taste.  Instead of calling on

    some sc to particular trees, of kinds

    he middle

    of some pasture, or in ths of a wood or swamp, or on a

    op; suche black birch, of which we have some handsome

    specimens t in diameter; its cousin, th

    its loose golden vest, perfumed like t; the beech, which has

    so neat a bole and beautifully liced, perfect in all its

    details, of tered specimens, I kno one

    small grove of sizable trees left in township, supposed by some

    to ed by t ed h

    beecs near by; it is o see the silver grain

    sparkle is

    occidentalis, or false elm, of w one well-grown;

    some taller mast of a pine, a sree, or a more perfect

    anding like a pagoda in t of the

    ion.  the shrines I

    visited boter.

    Once it c I stood in tment of a rainbows

    arcratum of tmospinging the

    grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through

    colored crystal.  It , in which, for a

    s

    miginged my employments and life.  As I he

    railroad causeo  t around my

    s.  One who

    visited me declared t the shadows of some Irishmen before him had

    no  t it ives t were so

    distinguiso Cellini tells us in ,

    after a certain terrible dream or vision which he had during his

    confinement in tle of St. Angelo a resplendent light appeared

    over t morning and evening, wher he was

    in Italy or France, and it icularly conspicuous whe

    grass  o

    whe morning,

    but also at otimes, and even by moonligant

    one, it is not commonly noticed, and, in table

    imagination like Cellinis, it would be basis enough for

    superstition.  Beside, ells us t  to very few.

    But are t indeed distinguis they

    are regarded at all?

    I set out one afternoon to go a-fiso Fair hrough

    to eke out my scanty fare of vegetables.  My way led

    t Meado of t retreat

    of w has since sung, beginning,--

    quot;try is a pleasant field,

    trees yield

    Partly to a ruddy brook,

    By gliding musquasook,

    And mercurial trout,

    Darting about.quot;

    I t of living t to alden.  I quot;; the

    apples, leaped trout.  It

    ernoons wely long before one,

    in ural

    life, t ed.  By the way

    to stand half an hour

    under a pine, piling boughs over my head, and wearing my

    lengt over

    tanding up to my middle in er, I found myself

    suddenly in to rumble

    I could do no more ten to it.  the

    gods must be proud, t I, o rout a

    poor unarmed fise for ser to t

    , wood  so muche nearer

    to ted:--

    quot;And  builded,

    In ted years,

    For berivial cabin

    t to destruction steers.quot;

    So t t now John Field,

    an Irishe

    broad-faced boy wed  his work, and now came

    running by o escape to the

    sat upon its fathers

    knee as in t from its home in

    t of  and ively upon tranger, h

    t kno it  of a noble

    line, and tead of John

    Fields poor starveling brat.  t toget part

    of t, w shundered

    .  I  times of old before the ship was

    built t floated o America.  An , hard-working,

    but sless man plainly was Jooo was

    brave to cook so many successive dinners in t

    lofty stove; , still thinking

    to improve ion one day;  mop in one

    no effects of it visible anywhe chickens,

    the

    room like members of too , to roast

    ood and looked in my eye or pecked at my shoe

    significantly.  Meanold me ory, how hard he

    ;boggingquot; for a neigurning up a meadoh

    a spade or bog  te of ten dollars an acre and the use of

    ttle broad-faced son

    worked c  knowing how

    poor a bargain tter ried to h my

    experience, telling   neighbors, and

    t I too, who came a-fishing here, and looked like a loafer, was

    getting my living like  I lived in a tig, and

    clean  more t of such a

    ruin as s to; and  in a

    mont use

    tea, nor coffee, nor butter, nor milk, nor fres, and so did

    not o o get t work hard, I did

    not o eat  cost me but a trifle for my food; but

    as ea, and coffee, and butter, and milk, and beef, he

    o hem, and when he had worked hard he had

    to eat o repair te of em -- and so it was

    as broad as it   was long, for

    ented and ed o t he

    ed it as a gain in coming to America, t

    tea, and coffee, and meat every day.  But true America is

    t country y to pursue such a mode of life

    as may enable you to do  tate does not

    endeavor to compel you to sustain ther

    superfluous expenses ly result from the

    use of sucalked to him as if he were a

    po be one.  I she

    meado in a ate, if t he

    consequence of mens beginning to redeem t

    need to study ory to find out  for ure.

    But alas! ture of an Iriserprise to be

    undertaken  of moral bog old  as he

    out

    clot , but I

    s not hough he

    mig I leman (which, however, was

    not t labor, but as a

    recreation, I could, if I wisch as many fish as I should

    for t me a week.  If he

    and  all go a-huckleberrying

    in t.  Jo this, and

    ared o be wondering

    if tal enougo begin such, or

    aritic enougo carry it t was sailing by dead

    reckoning to t clearly o make t

    so; till take life bravely, after their

    faso face, giving it toot o

    split its massive columns ering  it

    in detail; -- to deal  roughly, as one should handle

    a tle.  But t at an overwage --

    living, Jo aritic, and failing so.

    quot;Do you ever fis; I asked.  quot;Och a mess now and

    tc;s your bait?quot;

    quot;I catc t;

    quot;Youd better go now, Jo; said ening and

    John demurred.

    tern woods

    promised a fair evening; so I took my departure.

    I asked for a drink, o get a sighe well

    bottom, to complete my survey of t there, alas! are

    s

    irrecoverable.  Meaned,

    er illed, and after consultation and long delay

    passed out to ty one -- not yet suffered to cool, not yet

    to settle.  Sucains life ; so, sting

    my eyes, and excluding tes by a skilfully directed

    undercurrent, I drank to genuine ality tiest draught I

    could.  I am not squeamish in such cases when manners are concerned.

    As I er the rain, bending my

    steps again to te to catch pickerel, wading in

    retired meadows, in sloughs and bog-holes, in forlorn and savage

    places, appeared for an instant trivial to me o

    sc as I ran doohe reddening

    ,  tinkling

    sounds borne to my ear t

    er, my Good Genius seemed to say -- Go fis far

    and  thee by many

    brooks and  misgiving.  Remember tor in

    the dawn, and

    seek adventures.  Let the

    nigake t here are no larger fields

    than may here be played.  Grow wild

    according to ture, like these sedges and brakes, which will

    never become Englis t if it

    ten ruin to farmers crops?  t is not its errand to thee.

    take ser under to carts and sheds.

    Let not to get a living be trade, but t.  Enjoy the

    land, but o not.  t of enterprise and faith men are

    wheir lives like

    serfs.

    O Baker Farm!

    quot;Landscape

    Is a little suns.quot; ...

    quot;No one runs to revel

    On t; ...

    quot;Debate  thou,

    itions art never perplexed,

    As tame at t sight as now,

    In t gabardine dressed.quot; ...

    quot;Come ye who love,

    And ye we,

    Che holy Dove,

    And Guy Faux of tate,

    And hang conspiracies

    From tougers of trees!quot;

    Men come tamely  nig field or

    street, heir life pines

    because it breats oheir shadows,

    morning and evening, reaceps.  e

    sures, and perils, and

    discoveries every day, er.

    Before I  out

    Joered mind, letting go quot;boggingquot; ere t.

    But urbed only a couple of fins while I was

    catcring, and  was  when we

    cs in t luck cs too.  Poor John Field!

    -- I trust  read t --

    to live by some derivative old-country mode in this

    primitive nery -- to catc is good

    bait sometimes, I allo he a

    poor man, born to be poor, ed Irisy or poor

    life,  to rise in this

    y, till trotting

    feet get talaria to their heels.